At first cautious in socializing or going out, preferring to wait for Jaime's company, Tyrion has in some ways ranged farther than his brother. It's not that he's never stared at or hassled, but it's rare, and it's never personal — he isn't Tyrion Lannister, the Imp, the demon Hand who whispers in the boy-king's ear (as opposed to clouting it). It isn't kindness, but indifference, something he is startled to find he cherishes.
He visits the library often, where they allow him use of the rolling stepladder with merely a grunt, and talks Jaime's ear off about everything he sees and reads. While it doesn't escape him that Jaime is less happy about being here, it's hard for him to relate, even if he intellectually understands the loss of purpose and the loss of Cersei. Missing Shae is not the same. She had been solace in the middle of a viper pit, she had been kind and willing and delightful. But he's not in that viper pit anymore and he doubts she'd be half so enthusiastic without his high position, as much as it pains him to think that. Whatever Cersei is to Jaime (this is not a topic he ever plans to think deeply about), it's not the same.
Which is why, now that he has some manner of wages as assistant to a lobbyist — a fascinating education in how Baedal's governing system works or doesn't work, though given the governing system he came from, he supposes he has no room to criticize — he has accompanied Jaime to an Arena outing, and may even place a bet, especially if Jaime fights.
"I hear there's an annual tournament," he says, staring out at the field where various combatants are readying themselves. "Will you put the gold back on your armor if you enter and win?"
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He visits the library often, where they allow him use of the rolling stepladder with merely a grunt, and talks Jaime's ear off about everything he sees and reads. While it doesn't escape him that Jaime is less happy about being here, it's hard for him to relate, even if he intellectually understands the loss of purpose and the loss of Cersei. Missing Shae is not the same. She had been solace in the middle of a viper pit, she had been kind and willing and delightful. But he's not in that viper pit anymore and he doubts she'd be half so enthusiastic without his high position, as much as it pains him to think that. Whatever Cersei is to Jaime (this is not a topic he ever plans to think deeply about), it's not the same.
Which is why, now that he has some manner of wages as assistant to a lobbyist — a fascinating education in how Baedal's governing system works or doesn't work, though given the governing system he came from, he supposes he has no room to criticize — he has accompanied Jaime to an Arena outing, and may even place a bet, especially if Jaime fights.
"I hear there's an annual tournament," he says, staring out at the field where various combatants are readying themselves. "Will you put the gold back on your armor if you enter and win?"